Makarov almost cried when I saw my old friend.
"You have to intercede for me! Although those two children have gone too far, they are not bad in nature and have not hurt anyone. Can they be detained for a few days?"
Yajima looked at Makarov's haggard look with a strange expression.
"Uh...Makarov, actually..."
Yajima hesitated to speak, and finally sighed.
"Forget it, you'll find out if you follow me."
Yajima took Makarov not to the underground prison cell, but to the magic elevator leading to the top floor.
"Why are you going to the top floor? Aren't you going to the cell?" Makarov looked confused.
"Ahem, the situation is a bit special."
Yajima coughed twice in embarrassment.
"When those two guys were first arrested, they were indeed locked in a cell."
"But... on the first night, Lu Chongwei thought the cell was too hot and almost melted the cell door. Mirajane thought the bed was too hard, so he transformed into Satan Soul and scared the prisoner next door to wet his pants."
"The next day, the two of them said that the prison food was too unpalatable, so Lu Chongwei directly roasted sweet potatoes in the cell, and the smoke blackened the entire basement."
"The jailers couldn't control it at all, so they could only cry and beg the speaker."
Makarov broke out in a cold sweat upon hearing this.
Where is the prison here? This is clearly for demolition!
"So... the Speaker compromised?"
"I have to compromise."
Yajima smiled bitterly.
"In order to save the Magic Council building and to allow the jailers to have a good night's sleep, the Speaker can only move them to..."
"Ding."
The elevator door opens.
An aura of luxury hits your face.
This is the VIP guest house where Magic Council receives royal families and distinguished guests from various countries.
The corridors are paved with red carpets, the splendid chandeliers, and the air is filled with the smell of high-end aromatherapy.
Yajima led the stunned Makarov to a carved door and opened it.
"... No, it's right here."
The room is spacious and bright, with a magnificent view of the sea of clouds outside the floor-to-ceiling windows.
Lu Chongwei is wearing a comfortable bathrobe, lying on the leather sofa, holding a glass of red wine in one hand, and a bunch of grapes in the other hand to put in his mouth.
Mirajane was sitting opposite him, enjoying the massage service from two maids, with exquisite desserts placed in front of him.
"Oh, the soufflé here tastes really good."
Mirajane squinted his eyes with a look of enjoyment.
"Really? I just said that this chef's skills are good."
Lu Chongwei shook the wine glass and sighed happily:
"This Magic Council's treatment is much better than that of our guild. If I had known, I would have surrendered earlier."
door.
Makarov Looking at this scene, the crutch in his hand was broken with a click.
He thought of the five days and five nights he had spent without sleep.
He thought of the one hundred thousand words of history of blood and tears.
He thought of how he almost risked his life in order to catch these two guys.
What's the result?
These two bastards are staying in a five-star hotel here, eating big meals, and enjoying massages?!
"Road! Heavy! Powerful!"
"Mi! La! Jay!"
The roar of Makarov instantly shattered the floor-to-ceiling windows in the room.
"I'm going to expel you from the guild!!!"
Hearing this familiar voice, Lu Chongwei and Mirajane turned their heads at the same time.
Seeing the little old man at the door who was shaking with anger and ready to explode at any moment, Lu Chongwei didn't panic, but showed a bright smile.
He raised the wine glass in his hand and gave Makarov a distant salute.
"Hey, old man, have you finally finished writing?"
"Would you like a glass of wine? This is the 1982 Lafite."
Seeing Lu Chongwei's look of needing a beating, Makarov took a deep breath, rolled his eyes, and fainted.
"President!"
Yajima quickly supported him.
Although he was half-dead with anger, at the last moment before he fell into coma, Makarov felt an inexplicable sense of pride in his heart.
To be able to force someone as serious as Magic Council to bow his head...
These two little bastards...
What a fucking talent.
Magic Council VIP The air in the VIP reception room is filled with the smell of expensive aromatherapy, which is "Ambergris" that is only lit when receiving royal members from various countries.
Makarov was woken up by a shrill cry.
He opened his eyes drowsily and found that he was lying on the leather sofa that was as soft as clouds. Yajima was looking at him with a worried face, and next to him, Frog Messenger in red uniform was kneeling on the ground, holding a long bill in his hand, crying like a pear blossom.
"Uuuuuu... Sir Makarov! You finally woke up!"
When Frog Messenger saw Makarov wake up, he rushed over as if he had seen a savior and shoved the bill on the tip of Makarov's nose.
"Please! Take these two ancestors away quickly! Magic Council's funds really can't support it!"
Makarov rubbed his temples, which were still aching, and took a closer look at the bill.
"Three bottles of top-quality red wine 'Fairy Tears'... two jars of deep-sea caviar... twenty portions of Royal Soufflé... There are also advanced essential oil massage services, private band performance fees, and compensation for damaged antique vases..."
His eyes dropped all the way, and finally settled on the total amount.
"Four hundred thousand J?!"
Makarov's eyes almost popped out of his head, and his beard instantly stood up straight.
"In just a few days, you two ate me 400,000 yuan?!"
This money is enough to renovate the Fairy Tail guild door ten times!
Opposite the sofa, Lu Chongwei was crossing his legs comfortably, swinging a goblet in his hand, looking innocently at the furious president.
"Oh, old man, don't be so stingy."
Lu Chongwei pointed at the half bottle of red wine left on the table.
"The service here is really good, and this wine is reserved by Councilor Yajima. Don't waste it by drinking too much."
Next to her, Mirajane had just finished her hand care. She raised her slender palms, admired the newly painted nails, and said casually:
"Yes, Guild Master. We have been in that barren desert for so long, fighting demons and clearing monsters, and our skin has become rough. We need to take care of ourselves a little to maintain the image of the guild."
"Protect your shitty image!"
Makarov was so angry that he wanted to lift the table, but when he thought that the table here might be more expensive than him, he held it back.
"Get up quickly! Pack your things! Go back to the guild!"
When Frog Messenger heard this, he was so moved that he almost kowtowed to Makarov.
"Thank you! Thank you, Lord Makarov! The carriage is ready! It's downstairs! Please take them away immediately!"
Looking at the Magic Council crowd with plague-like expressions on their faces, Lu Chongwei sighed regretfully and drank the red wine in the glass in one gulp.
"Okay, since the old man has come to pick him up in person, let's go back reluctantly."
Half an hour later, a luxury carriage drove away from ERA where Magic Council was located.
In the carriage, the atmosphere was a bit dull.
Makarov sat across from him with a dark face, clutching the 400,000 J IOU in his hand - of course this money was recorded in the guild's account, Magic Council said it would be deducted from the guild's future mission rewards.
"Tell me about it."
Makarov took a deep breath, feeling distressed under the pressure, and his eyes became serious.
"That Demon God Halphas, what's going on?"